Beauty and the Beast?

He's feared, no one has the courage to talk to this boy, besides his few friends. He's known as the bad boy at his school, not a bad boy, the bad boy. Everyone thought he couldn't change-well- that was until Grace Belle moved to town. Something triggers both of them and they realize, they have a connection. Grace and Harry both start hanging around one another and well, maybe that's not all so good. Harry's danger, and his life is a danger to anyone around him, especially someone he's in love with. Now he has to figure out a way to keep Grace safe, but that might not work considering, she might be in more danger than imagined. Plus what would happen if Grace and Harry both made little side romances that might mean more than you would guess.

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3. Chapter 3

 

 ~Grace's P.O.V~

 I was woken up at just the peak of 7:00am by my brother, Will.

  "Rise and shine," he said. This is how things have been since my mother passed away about a year ago.

 "I don't want to get up," I groaned into my pillow.

  "But you have to," Will said.

  "I know," I said finally making the effort to get out of bed. I did my daily routine before going down stairs, brush my teeth, shower, get dressed, and do my hair. Today I wore basically anything I would normally wear, black skinny jeans, and a blue top and I of course let my hair fall to it's natural brown waviness. When I walked down stairs I saw Will and my dad eating breakfast.

 "Look who finally decided to join us," my dad said.

 "Like I would have a choice, Will would have brought the water bucket out," I said.

  "Well, that would only be used if necessary," Will joked, I smiled at him. Before my mother passed away him and I couldn't be around each other without fighting but after she did, we got closer. After breakfast Will dropped me off at school and once again, ditched me for his friends. I mean- I can understand him, he's in his last year of high school and I'm a whole grade behind him, he needs his own friends around him, not his sister.

 "Grace!" Maya yelled from behind as she hugged me.

   "Hi.." I said. I noticed Dylan in the back chuckling away.

  "What classes do you today?" Maya asked.

  "Well, I have English with Ms. Baker and math with Mrs. Meyer," I said.

   "Great! We have math together but you have to bring like a million things," she said sighing. I shrugged and walked over to my locker. Dylan and Maya followed. Before I opened my locker I looked through the corner of my eye and saw him. Harry. He was staring directly at me, I looked over and we exchanged a long glance. The rest of his crew was looking right at him and I'm guessing they were wondering why he was looking at me. Harry moved his head a little to the side and I saw him open his mouth. Louis made a rejecting face but Harry just scowled at him and began walking over. To me. I saw that Maya was flinching a little bit so Dylan pulled her away to her own locker across the hall and I turned to face my locker. I opened it and a book fell out but never hit the ground. He caught it.

  "Dropped something?" he said handing me my English book.

  "Thank you," I replied. He leaned his back against the locker next to mine where I'm not going to lie, he looked attractive.

  "You know, I can only seem to find you looking at me and you've been at this school for a day and a quarter," he said crossing his arms.

 "Well I haven't looked over my shoulder once to not see you eye balling me," I said taking my math book out.

  "I'm not a person to admit things but, you are quite as you would say- pretty," he said scanning up and down my body.

  "Thank you," I said once again. To be honest, the way he spoke was making my heart race. No one had ever called me 'pretty' besides my family. "What has this lovely visit brought?" I said smiling sourly at him.

  "What would you say if I just wanted to chat?" Harry said getting closer to me.

   "To chat about what?" I asked not moving from where I stood.

  "Where ever the conversation took us," he said moving his head even closer to mine until our foreheads were pressed against one another. Before I knew it his soft lips were against mine. I didn't know exactly where this was going but it was going somewhere. Harry pulled away. He kinda stared into my eyes.

"What are you staring at?" Harry asked snapping me back from a wicked trance. He hadn't actually kissed me, this was just like what happened last night.

"N-nothing," I stuttered.

  "It happened, didn't it?" he said.

 "What?"

  "Stay away from Dylan," was all he said.

  "Why?"

  "Just stay away from him," Harry barked  before walking away.

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